Next to you

There are things I want to say to you

every day when I wake up

when I look and see the empty

space you never occupied

and there will be times when I think

of something you may like

and look up and see the chair

where the dog sits

And not because its empty

but because its where I would

imagine you to choose to sit

and rest yourself

There are things I want to say to you

in the dark of sleepless nights

when you are occupying my thoughts

of bodies entwined, of endless conversations

And the countless minutes that have past

from the moment we met, and became friends

through the years of laughter and tears

we have shared not knowing

I'd end up with feelings like this

of anticipating your 'hello'

or waiting for the moment

that I can see your smile

And thinking that you are the

most beautiful creature

that has graced my sight

and wonder, if in our days

when we chat about work and life

if you ever think of me

the way I think of you

and burn just by being next to you